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From the party that brought you ‘cycle lanes are a waste of money’: Reform UK council hails “excellent” new bike path, celebrating “safer and greener environment for everyone”
Pigeon poo greeted us as rocked up to the Table of Dreams on Friday lunchtime. Which was a little shit. Actually, it was quite a big shit. Neither of us could be arsed to try and clean it up.
The game then took on a new dimension: an extra point was awarded if you managed to land the wind ball on the large pile of pigeon poo. Or maybe that should have been if you managed to avoid the mess, such was the size and scale?
We pressed on. I was crap. I lost 4-2.
POO all round.
I know Alice Cooper is cool, and I’m supposed to like Alice Cooper. But it’s still US rock shite. I haven’t spent the best part of four decades forming my finely tuned musical prejudices to give into this posturing.
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Hearing Hans Van Breukelen with Sir Colin of West Bridgford ahead of KP was a real treat. Even the Dutch Master can pull off a Brian Clough impression - albeit with a little local interpretation added in.
The team news dropped. No major surprises. You get the impression that Dyche removed all the best bits out of the Quality Street tin, and threw the rest up in the air to see what landed.
Surely we can beat a team from a Farmer’s League, right?
This was the first outing for the fabled Forest third kit. Third kits are shit. Apart from the legendary Umbro green back in ‘91 (?) that was never worn in a competitive match.
I only realised shortly after KO today the thinking behind our black and orange effort for 2025: it’s the exact same livery as the Europa League itself. Quite clever, although driven by marketing.
Marketing makes everything shite.
Forest were anything but shite in the first fifteen minutes. We had three chances and should have put the game to bed.
You got the impression that some of the lesser spotted players were competing for their PL places. McAtee, Ndoye, Kalimuendo - they all had a point to prove.
As for Victor in goal?
Dear John: I’m going to let you down gently, etc.
Luiz is the missing link. Even not fully fit, he still ran the show. Imagine what might have been if he had been available all season, and Nuno was still Head Coach.
…he would probably be sitting on the bench tbh.
McAtee meanwhile is a January loan move in the making. I’m not sure what’s gone wrong here.
Some Ange the Clown like defending then followed for Forest. SHIT THE BED. This wasn’t part of the script.
Kalimuendo did well after the break with his goal. He’s got a touch of the Taiwo about him: direct, a little unbalanced, but never gives up. Sheer determination allowed him to force home the first goal.
As ever, our set piece defending was shit. 1-1 Oh dear.
But wait! What’s this?
JESUS CHRIST, etc.
Jesus is proving to be the signing of the season for Forest. We got lucky with Chris Wood and his fitness last season. I don’t like to think where we would be this year without Jesus performing his last minute miracles.
And so a first away win in Europe for Forest in thirty years.
Blimey.
We made bloody hard work of it, mind.
MON: CHO.
The shortest of short rows on Thursday afternoon. We’re approaching the Winter Solstice. Time and tide, etc.
There was just enough light - and water - left in the day for a rapid row downstream and back.
This was no epic exploration around Rat Island, or the legendary Buoy 16. Let’s see how far we can get, whilst we can actually see.
Conversation was limited. We did have a brief discussion however about night rowing.
shhhhh.
This is a bit of a frowned activity within the club. But with the right lighting and a strong crew, it’s possible.
But not for today. Just concentrate on what is in front of you as the Estuary Wilds sun started to bugger off.
I was wearing shades, natch. Which didn’t exactly help. But I did look Cool as Fuck.
The cox put me on stroke. I was a man on a mission. I was also a man who wasted no time in breaking a thole pin with my hidden strength.
Sunset was a stunner. We paused briefly, to watch it disappear for another day.
A couple of playful dogs were waiting for us back on the Sailing Club hard. I took something of a splashing during the recovery.
Lights out.
Lidl-Trek reveal signature colourful jersey for 2026, complete with new AI sponsor
Only Nick Cave could get away with an album all about murdering women - although I doubt if he would walk away unscathed in 2025. The Kylie duet gets all the headlines. But it’s the PJ Harvey collab that works best for me. Polly brings out the best baritone in Smiling Nick.
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Government must “move from good intentions to a clear long-term plan” for cycling, campaigners warn, as £626 million active travel investment announced
One Less Car, etc
Wednesday lunchtime at the Table of Dreams. We arrived to find a wet table - which was odd, seeing as though I don’t think there was any rain overnight. We had no cloth. Whatever - let’s play on a wet table.
We also used the wind ball, with a light breeze blowing in. The combination of the unpredicatbale bounce becuase of the water, plus the wind, led to a most odd game of table tennis.
I raced to a 3-1 defecit. I pulled it back to 3-2. I was offered the opportuity to go evens with a final game decider. I lost 4-2, natch.
Oh dear.
I wanted to really like this. I think it’s the idea of really liking it, than actually hearing anything of interest. In the end it was all a load of hippy nonsense, as expected. I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe) was a rare highlight.
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